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AzerothCam
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Authored by Emeralde
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Wednesday, 08 July 2009 01:30 |
"Hope is a DISEASE of the soul! This land shall wither and die!" rang the words through the grove. The rotted and diseased dragon charged toward the band of intrepid adventurers, who held their ground. Emeralde felt their solidarity even through her trepidation. Something near her foot caught her attention, and she looked down to see a small mushroom growing rapidly where none had been before. "Taste your world's corruption!" screamed the dragon known as Emeriss. Â [Taken in the Twilight Grove, Duskwood]
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